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Chapter 23



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 23 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: exhib mc mf oral 1st ir MF bbw

Chapter 23

        Julio's patience had already worn thin when Bonita and Terence
arrived to pick him up, and having to wear a blindfold to the clubhouse was
an additional trial.  But Terence grated, "You're not a member, so the
location is secret -- period!  There are probably two dozen other people in
your boat and they don't bitch.  We can go back..."

        "No, no, that's fine..." Julio would be an hour behind schedule, at
least, if he went out now to collect some stupid slip.  "Do you have
something, or am I just going for a ride?"

        "We found a volunteer," Terence replied, "and she's even sober.
She's cherry, too, so we didn't switch things up on you on THAT front,
either!"

        "She's probably desperate, then, for one reason or another," Julio
opined.

        "And that's a problem?" Terence retorted.

        They hustled Julio in through the side door and up to the second
floor.  Terence coordinated with Toby by phone.  "We're ready in the upstairs
hall."

        Toby, shifting his attention from the show in the barn where
everything appeared to be in hand, said "Put him outside the door.  I'll warn
Kelly and kill the lights."

        "Okay," Terence agreed and positioned Julio before the door of Dark
Room Number Three.  "The lights are going to go out.  You open the door and
go inside.  She'll make noises or whatever to get you hooked up.  If you say
ANYTHING, the fucking lights will come on and she WILL recognize you, so you
don't want to do that.  You hook her up and she'll let us know when to kill
the hall lights so you can get out.  Got it?"

        "Yes."  'What was I thinking?' Julio wondered.

        "Get ready, then."

        There was a speaker in the room -- among other things.  Toby
announced himself with, "Cut off the TV.  The lights are going out.  Romeo is
on the other side of the door.  Don't hesitate to let us all know if he's a
screw-up."

        "Okay."  Kelly had thought about watching porn while she waited, but
had settled for regular TV -- she didn't want to get too excited or
masturbate too much and get numb or irritated.  She shut off the TV -- and
the lights went out.

        "What's going on?" Bernice asked from the couch in Toby's office
where she and Randy were watching 'the show.'

        "Wait," said Toby, turning on the infrared cameras just as Julio came
through the door.

        "Who is that?" Bernice asked.

        "Julio Vasquez," Toby replied.

        "No shit..."

        Julio entered the pitch dark room and closed the door.  "Over here,"
a feminine voice directed, "I'm on the bed.  I've been waiting..."  Julio
fumbled his way over until he bumped into the mattress -- and a hand grabbed
his wrist.  "Why don't you undress there, so you know where your stuff is.
I'm already naked."

        Shrugging, Julio complied.  It only made sense -- who wanted to hunt
his stuff in the pitch dark?  It was TOTALLY black in the room -- he couldn't
see his hand in front of his face!  He shucked out of everything...

        "Do they know we're watching?" Bernice asked.

        "He doesn't.  She does," Toby related.  Amy, smiling, leaned over his
shoulder to watch.  They were linked and enjoying an added dimension of the
scene -- the thoughts of the players...

        Finished undressing, Julio climbed onto the bed, finding Kelly
quickly by the simple expedient of putting a hand on one of her thighs.
'What the...?  Ugh!  She's FAT!'  Julio grimaced in disgust as he felt around
on his sex partner to be.  'Well, she has a cunt -- and she'll never know it
was me.  I'll get even with Terence and my sister, but for now, I may as well
fuck her...'  He settled above Kelly and began kissing and fondling her,
using techniques he'd honed to perfection over several years.  The lack of
any ability to add verbal endearments and compliments was a distinct
handicap, slowing him down, but his practiced lips and fingers managed to
arouse her, bringing forth a gush of wetness from between her puffy cunt
lips.  Kelly wasn't prohibited from making noise and she was moaning and
gasping and enjoying herself immensely.  Slowly, she started talking about
things, murmuring, "That's so good, yeah, do that...  Oh, you know exactly
how to make me hot..."  Something was up with this guy, supposedly, but he
knew what he was doing!

        Julio, on the other hand, was impatient.  'This sow is taking so long
to warm up -- and she isn't worth it!' he complained to himself.  'Soon...
I'm tired of waiting!'  Eventually, however, his fingers were making wet,
sloppy noises between her pudgy pussy lips and it was time to position
himself over her.

        "He isn't huge, is he?" Bernice noted, watching.  "I mean..."  She
looked around and then shut up, embarrassed.  Julio reminded her of Marcel...

        It was time for penetration -- and Julio was a penetration expert.
He punched forward, opening Kelly up.

        "Uhh!" Kelly grunted.  It didn't seem to her that her partner had
been all that gentle when push came to shove...

        Just how good Julio's practiced technique was for Kelly -- or any
girl, for that matter -- was questionable; Julio's technique was good for
Julio, which was all that mattered to him.  For the girl, it was painful,
causing her to tighten up and dry up -- which increased Julio's pleasure for
the short period he would pump in her before getting his orgasm, ejaculating,
and withdrawing.  And that's how things went this time -- up to a point...

        Toby and Amy were linked, hovering over them mentally, and Toby
pinged Kelly with his intent.  Kelly crossed her legs behind Julio's ass,
pinning him, and said, "That's all?  That's it?  I haven't even got to the
fun part!  Is this just about you going pump, pump, squirt?"

        Now, Julio had a plethora of bullshit excuses designed to get him
into his pants and out the door at this point, but they were for girls who
were prepared by his oily compliments and the seductive warm-up that got him
there in the first place -- not someone who he'd just felt up and climbed
onto, basically -- and he was constrained from opening his mouth!  Amy
reinforced THAT with a mental reminder, boxing him in mentally.  Julio made
to break free, but Kelly was half again his size and she wasn't letting go!

        "Come on, move!  You've got some more in there!" Kelly drove a heel
into Julio's ass.  "What kind of hot lover are you, anyway -- the all
bullshit kind?"

        Julio got mad then and thought, 'Fine!  I'll fuck this fat bitch
again!' -- and commenced pounding her.  It worked in that he recovered his
hardon and could use it to take out his anger on the big fat bitch...  Julio
had tried the 'second cum' thing a few times before, but the women he
collected tended to be unable to take the beating he delivered while working
on getting that second orgasm.  'I'll just hammer the shit out of the bitch
and she'll be happy to let me go,' he thought, 'But I'll get mine, first!'
So he went at it -- HARD!

        What he didn't count on was the fact that Kelly was built to take it!
"Yeah!  That's it!  Pound my pussy!" Kelly panted, "It's getting GOOD!"  She
rubbed his sides, crooning, "Fuck me!  Fuck me HARD!"  She uncrossed her
legs, but it was so she could put them on the mattress and drive her pussy up
to meet his stroke, taking his pubic bone on the pad above her clit, each
stroke bringing stars to her eyes.  "GO!  GO!  SHIT  FUCK!  YES!
YEEESSSS!!!"  Lightning flashed and thunder roared as Kelly got her first
orgasm from a cock, bucking and rolling and wailing as her pussy tried to
milk Julio's cock!

        Julio wasn't there yet, but he was close; he gritted his teeth
against the shock waves of pleasure the padded pussy he was pounding provided
and powered on.  It hadn't gone like this before...  'Dammit!  She's not
SUPPOSED to be getting off!' Julio ranted to himself.  Working by touch
alone, he lowered his face to Kelly's wildly jiggling left tit, collected the
nipple in his mouth, and bit down.

        Kelly slapped the shit out of him!  "Don't bite, you bastard!  Suck!"
Julio, rocked, did as he was told.

        'How dare she?' he thought -- but he sucked, and her nipple got long
and thick in his mouth and her areola crinkled and he fucked and fucked...
The anger bled out of him as he concentrated on the amazing feel of Kelly's
plush twat as it milked him and rocked up to meet his strokes.  'Damn, she's
a sow -- I just KNOW it -- but such a fuck...'  Julio had never had anything
like it!

        Toby and Amy were grinning from ear to ear; they'd planned to push
things in this direction -- but Kelly and Julio apparently needed no help!
<This is going to be classic!> Toby chortled.

        Julio could feel his control slipping away.  This had been by far the
best fuck he'd ever experienced, and it kept getting better and better...
Kelly, sensing his approach, panted, "Yes!  YES!  FUCK ME!  CREAM ME!  GIMME
THAT CUM!"  Julio roared and tried to drive Kelly through the headboard as
his cock swelled and erupted in a blast -- and Kelly's eyes rolled back in
her head as his first shot triggered a sympathetic detonation and she crushed
him against her as her pussy cycled through a series of rolling pulses
designed to milk every little baby-maker from Julio's cock!

        Julio, wasted, collapsed atop Kelly, boneless, luxuriating in the
agony of pleasure that was the aftermath of his release under the wet,
pulsing clutch of Kelly's core.  He sucked her fat nipple mindlessly, adrift,
while her inner walls continued to massage his super-sensitive cock.  It was
like the orgasm itself went on and on, long after he stopped firing seed into
her depths...  Kelly relaxed slowly under him and began to rub his back,
purring, "Now THAT was a fuck!"

        Toby and Amy eyed one another.  Did they need to intervene?  Toby
pursed his lips and Amy read his thought, which was, 'Only enough to make
sure it takes.'

        Bernice was bug-eyed!  "This is gonna be GREAT, isn't it?  She's
gonna get even with him for every girl he ever fucked over!"  Toby and Amy
merely grinned.  It was that obvious, even to Bernice, who couldn't read
their minds...

        Julio almost fell asleep -- but he couldn't stay there.  He made to
get up...

        "Not yet!"  Kelly pressed him back down atop him, totally overriding
his effort.  "Who knows when I'm going to get anything like this again?  I
bet you don't have anywhere else to be tonight, anyway...  Rest a little, and
we'll go again!"  Julio thought about fighting her, but the fact was that he
wasn't known for his musculature and he didn't seem to be capable of
wrestling his narrow frame free of her grip.  Besides, he was tired...  She
would go to sleep, and he would take the opportunity to escape her grasp.  In
the meantime, lying there atop her was, well, very comfortable, actually...

        Terence, who had entered the room some time back, rumbled, "I'm
gettin' a big kick out of that...  He's always givin' Nita shit for being
short and round..."

        "He'll be staying the night, I bet, just like that," Amy grinned.
"You guys go enjoy yourselves -- we'll call you if he gets up, but I think
Kelly is going to get one more from him, anyway..."  Terence grinned and
waved and led Bonita out of the room.

                 ----------------------------------


        In the barn, Tyrone and Otis were organizing the touching game.  Frog
brought over a bag that Lon had thoughtfully provided with the directions for
the game, after which, Tyrone gestured for everyone to get undressed --
quietly.  Tyrone undressed, too, as did Otis -- and they were close enough to
the girls that they could guess what was happening.  Cindy had to ask, of
course.

        "What's happening?" she quavered.

        "We're getting ready for the touching game," Tyrone replied, matter-
of-factly, kneeling between them and touching Bev with his bare leg so Otis
could continue to deal with her while he used both hands to rub Cindy's
shoulders.  "The touching game goes like this -- we're gonna let you get a
quick touch or a taste of something -- and you tell us whether you really
want to mess with it or not.  Some of the stuff won't be anything to worry
about at all, and some of it might cause you to get a little excited if you
was to see it coming -- and you have to tell the difference.  There's a
couple of ways you can fuck up.  The first is pretty simple -- if you freak
about something that's really not a problem, then you pay for that by letting
us all touch you somewhere you don't normally get touched -- and if we run
out of spots, we'll think of something else.  The second way to fuck up is to
buy into messing with something you wouldn't normally have messed with -- and
the punishment for THAT is, well, you get to mess with what you bought
into..."  Tyrone stroked Cindy's back.  "Are we clear so far?"

        The only thing pinning Cindy in place and keeping her from hysterics
was Tyrone's touch.  Tyrone figured, however -- and correctly -- that once
the game was on, she would settle down, one way or another.  Fear of the
unknown had her in its grip, and anything -- even bad things -- would be
better than the unknown...

        Beverly seemed to have a gut feeling for what was going on -- and the
bindings didn't bother her at a basic level the way they bothered Cindy.  She
asked Otis, "You guys screwed with Gina like this, too, right?"

        "Gina who?" Otis replied -- and Tyrone detected a spike of fear.

        "Yeah," Tyrone murmured, "Something like this."  He winked at Otis,
who chuckled.  Beverly relaxed.

        "Okay, let's get on with it!" Tyrone announced, before things could
go downhill.  He got up and went over to Frog.  "I need to be close to them
to keep them from freaking.  You do the deliveries.  Find me something to
write on or something -- go type it on the computer."

        So Frog went over to the computer and typed, 'Pencil and paper?'

        Lon typed 'Okay' and went scrabbling for some.  Fortunately, they had
the pad Sally had worked from to do the various notations on Cindy and
Beverly's skin; she cracked open the door and put them in the main room.
'Check near the door they came in' Lon typed -- but Slick was already on the
way.

        Tyrone took the pad from Slick and wrote, 'Hot dog -- just a touch on
the tongue.'  Slick handed the slip to Frog, who nodded and fished out the
package of raw hot dogs.  The hot dogs were room temperature and a little
slimy -- perfect for the job.  Tyrone designated Slick to handle Cindy and
Frog to handle Beverly.  "Okay," he said aloud, "Stick out your tongues.
Don't say anything until I ask you -- understand?"

        "Uh huh," Beverly agreed.  Cindy uttered a meek, "Yes."

        "Okay, here we go..."  Tyrone waved Slick and Frog in close so that
Cindy and Beverly could sense them, then gave them the nod -- and Slick and
Frog gave the girls' tongues a quick swipe with the hot dogs.

        Both girls had the same thought -- 'Omigod!  He DIDN'T!'

        Tyrone chuckled.  He couldn't read their minds, but he didn't have to
from their reactions!  "Okay, so, Cindy -- do you want to mess with that or
not?  I'll ask you what it is in a minute -- you just tell me whether you
want it or not."

        "Oh, no, please!" Cindy looked like she was about to gag.

        "Okay, Beverly?" Tyrone prompted.

        "No thank you."  Beverly was sticking out her tongue in disgust.

        "Okay, so, Cindy -- what was it?" Tyrone asked.

        "It was a p-penis!" Cindy yelped.

        "Beverly?"

        "Yeah -- a dick, or whatever!" Beverly agreed.

        "Okay..."  Tyrone waited until the chuckles died down.  "Well, you're
both wrong.  Open your mouths and stick out your tongues and we'll prove it.
Go on..."  Both girls tentatively opened their mouths, and Slick and Frog
slowly placed the hot dogs on their tongues.  "Slide them in and out, boys --
let them get a good taste!  So, Cindy, is that a cock?"

        "No," Cindy muttered, chagrined, "It's a wiener."

        "Beverly?"

        "Yeah, a wiener."

        "Okay," Tyrone announced, "So you lose this round.  That being the
case, the boys all get to play with your titties for a little bit.  Be
gentle, Boys!"  Tyrone pressed himself up behind Cindy and collected her
hands, lacing his fingers through hers while Slick fondled her breasts.

        Otis did the same for Beverly, whispering, "You ain't hurt.  Just
relax," while Frog entertained himself with her breasts.  Tyrone pulled Cindy
a bit closer to Beverly so he could touch Beverly's left foot with his right
and Otis continued to murmur in her ear, telling her she shouldn't overreact.

        After a couple of minutes, Tyrone directed that the others rotate,
and Frog moved to Cindy and Rudy handed the camera off to Marcel and felt
Beverly up.  Now that she'd been through it once, Tyrone said "Open your
mouth -- you get to play with the hot dog," and he slid it in and out between
her lips.  Otis matched the move, embarrassing the girls with the obscenity
of the act, but again, it was all part of the grand plan.  Next, Marcel got
to fondle Beverly and Rudy got Cindy while Slick documented the action, then
finally Rudy took the camera back while Slick got his time with Beverly and
Marcel got his with Cindy.

        "My turn," Tyrone announced, and cupped Cindy's breasts from behind.
Direct contact with Tyrone while her breasts were fondled had Cindy's will
totally adrift; she pressed herself back against him.

        "Mine, too," Otis rumbled.  "You get used to these hands -- they're
gonna be on you a lot!"  Beverly wasn't any better off than Cindy; she
pressed her cheek against Otis' razor stubble.

        Tyrone and Otis took their time, but eventually, it was time for
Round Two.  "Okay, we're gonna try again..."  Slick handed him the pad and he
wrote 'The balloons' on it.  "Lean back against me and swing your legs around
-- you're doing this one on your back," he announced after some thought.
Cindy leaned back against him and he fondled her breasts some more while she
got her legs out from under her, then he backed out from behind her and
lowered her onto her back on the mat.

        While Otis performed a similar maneuver with Beverly, Tyrone stood
and waved Slick over.  "Brace on her knees," he whispered, "and hang your ass
over her -- but we'll be using the balloons..."  Slick nodded and straddled
Cindy's waist, squatted some, put his hands on her knees and walked his feet
forward until he was over her.  By pointing, Tyrone directed Marcel to
duplicate the effort with Beverly, as Frog wasn't that athletic.  Then Tyrone
collected the balloons and handed one to Otis.

        The balloons had been cut and a couple of grapes had been inserted,
then the whole thing closed off with a binder clip; the intent was to make it
resemble a scrotum.  Tyrone dangled his under Slick's ass and directed Cindy,
"Okay, stick your tongue out..."

        Cindy, who KNEW there was an ass hanging above her, stuck her tongue
out and Tyrone brought it into contact with the artificial ball sack,
lingering just long enough for her to realize that it had contents.  Cindy
retracted her tongue and grimaced, clearly about to gag.  "Okay, wait for
Beverly..." Tyrone directed.  Otis, grinning from ear to ear, duplicated the
effort, getting a nearly identical result.  Tyrone helped Slick get up and
Otis helped Marcel -- who nearly fell on Beverly -- and then Tyrone asked,
"So, do you want some of that?"

        "Gawd, no!" Cindy howled.  Tyrone covered her mouth to keep her from
going on and said, "Beverly?"

        "No thank you?"  At this point, it was all about currying favor for
Bev -- she didn't see how they could win at this game.  She was right, of
course...

        "Okay, so what was it?" Tyrone asked, uncovering Cindy's mouth.

        "Testicles!" Cindy croaked.  "Yuck!"  Tyrone merely chuckled, knowing
that Cindy was going to get used to cradling balls in her mouth.

        "Balls!" Beverly agreed.

        "Let's see, then.  Open your mouths..."  Cindy refused -- Tyrone
dragged the balloon over her lips.  "Come on, Cindy -- smell it!  Does that
SMELL like a hairy old ball sack?  Open your mouth..."  Reluctantly, Cindy
opened up and absorbed the balloon, tasting the rubber.  "See?  You goofed
again..."  Beverly, listening, allowed Otis' balloon to pass her lips and
made the same discovery.  Tyrone withdrew the balloon and opened the clip,
spilling the grapes into his hand.  "Here are your balls..." he murmured,
pressing one to Cindy's lips.

        'A grape!' Cindy thought.  Relief flooded her, followed by chagrin.
'What am I going to pay for THIS?'  She chewed the grape reflexively,
realizing that her mouth was dry, and the sweet gush of flavor was welcome.
Finishing that one, she opened her mouth.

        "So you want to suck another ball?" Tyrone teased her.  "Gee, it must
not be so terrible..."  He pressed the grape to her lips and Cindy,
embarrassed, sucked it in.  "Okay, well, you lose, so the boys all get to pet
your pussy.  Gentle, now!  No poking her cherry!" Tyrone chuckled.  "Spread
your legs, Baby -- show the boys what hot pussy looks like!"  Cindy wasn't
terribly willing, but Tyrone stroked her breasts and spoke softly to her
while Slick wedged himself between her knees and opened her up, so she let it
happen.  Tyrone was careful to give Otis the touch support he needed to get
Beverly to comply, too, and Marcel got his opportunity with her.

        The boys' touches were reverent, gentle, and exploratory, not rough
fingering -- everybody was on the same sheet of music.  The plan was to bring
the girls along slowly -- not just rape them, but instead to get them to
participate, betrayed by their bodies.  In the end, they would be sluts, not
rape victims.  It was an ambitious plan -- but it was working.

        Again, everyone rotated through, and then Tyrone and Otis spent some
quality time with their charges.  Tyrone reached down and rubbed Cindy's
mound at her clitoris with three fingers, using his control over her and
pleasure to poke big, gaping holes in her resistance.  She was gasping and
her pussy was making wet, squishy noises when he let up, leaving her wanting
deliberately.

        "Round Three," he announced.  "Hands and knees, I think."  The girls
rolled over and Tyrone released the chain from Cindy's bindings -- she wasn't
going anywhere.  Otis did the same for Beverly.  Tyrone crimped his index
finger in tight, clamped by his thumb, and stuck his tongue in the fake
sphincter to wet it some.  The guys all chuckled at the image.  Using
gestures, he had Marcel back up in front of Cindy and Frog do the same in
front of Beverly.  Otis looked at his effort and decided that it might be a
giveaway, so he had Slick create Beverly's fake asshole.  "Okay, girls --
stick your tongues out..."

        Beverly's tongue touched something slightly damp and closed that
pulsed a little bit (Slick pumped his finger a bit).  They'd tricked them
every time thus far, but pretty soon they were going to ring in the real
thing...  This one, though, she didn't feel like gutting out -- better to get
it wrong!  She recoiled.

        Cindy was vocal, "Ewww!"  Everybody laughed.

        "Okay, so, do you want it or not?" Tyrone asked.

        Cindy, taking a cue from her girlfriend, said, "No, thank you!"
Beverly said, "No..."

        Sighing theatrically, Tyrone declared, "You two are terrible at this!
Stick your tongues out..."  Cindy did so, tentatively.  "Come on," Tyrone
chided, "Go deep -- it's just fingers..."  He allowed Cindy's tongue to
penetrate and then opened his hand.  "Such dirty minds you two have!"
Everybody but Cindy and Beverly laughed.  "Okay," Tyrone announced, "I really
don't know if this is a punishment or a reward...  You get to lick some
fingers while we entertain your pussies!"  He fished two vibrators out of the
bag and handed one to Otis.  "Open up!  Show the boys how much you like to
suck..."  Slick had no problem with Beverly, but Marcel had to wait until
Cindy went, "Uuuhhh!" as Tyrone applied the vibrator to her clitoris.  Both
girls got with the program at that point, though -- and Tyrone encouraged the
other four to make comments about how well the girls sucked while he and Otis
thoroughly distracted them with the vibrators.

        Beverly orgasmed first -- and it was surrender.  Tyrone grinned at
Otis -- they could move on to the next phase with Beverly.  Cindy was still
fighting; with the release of her bonds, the fear had let up, but the
handicap remained -- she was a bit behind Beverly.  Tyrone waited until Cindy
was gasping out the aftermath of her orgasm before announcing, "Round Four!
We're gonna change up some, now -- You two may not get the same thing!"  He
fished in the bag for a ziploc with two large, cooked sausages in it and
extracted one, brandishing it -- but then pointed at Marcel's cock and
Beverly.  Everyone nodded.  "Back up on your knees, girls!  Keep your hands
down, now, or we'll hook the chains back up -- understand?"  He got two nods.
He waved Frog in close to Cindy and handed him the sausage and mimed one
quick swipe along Cindy's tongue, from back to front.  Pointing to Marcel's
sinewy cock, he mouthed, 'Same thing!'  Marcel nodded.  "Okay, girls -- stick
your tongues WAY out...  Here we go!"  He waved a finger and Frog slid the
sausage along Cindy's tongue while Marcel dropped his erection onto Beverly's
and backed up.

        Both girls frowned, trying their best to figure out what they'd
gotten.  'That wasn't a hot dog!' Cindy thought.  There'd been a taste to it
-- but how did a penis taste, exactly?  She didn't know...

        Beverly didn't, either.  She just wasn't sure...

        "Well?" Tyrone asked.

        "I... No, thank you," Cindy murmured, taking the 'safe' route.

        Beverly grimaced, paused, muttered to herself, gathered her courage,
and said, "Yes, please!"

        "That's what I'm talkin' about!" Otis approved.

        "Well, then, open up and let's see what you got..." Tyrone directed.
Both girls opened their mouths.  Otis waved a finger at Marcel and mouthed,
"No jammin'!'  Frog slid the sausage between Cindy's lips, and Marcel lowered
his cock onto Beverly's tongue and slid the head into her mouth.

        'Oh, SHIT!' Beverly gasped, knowing what it was, but Otis leaned up
and whispered, "That's it.  Ain't so bad now, is it?  Suck it in, he ain't
gonna poke your throat, 'cause I'll bust his ass if he tries.  Give him a
good suck."  Beverly, defeated, complied.

        Tyrone made the announcement.  "Okay, by now you know that you both
screwed the pooch -- but in different ways!  Cindy, here, got a sausage, so
she gets to practice sucking on it while we punish her some -- but Beverly
got a sausage, too -- a blood sausage!  Congratulations, Beverly -- you're
sucking a cock!  Give her a hand, Boys!"  The guys clapped and whistled.

        Cindy didn't know whether to be relieved or horrified!  'Poor Bev!'
She pushed the sausage out with her tongue and asked, "What are you going to
do to me?"

        "We're going to make you wish you could cum, Baby," Tyrone murmured.
"We're gonna use that vibe on you until Beverly swallows her first load --
but we're not gonna let you get off!"  He waved at Frog, who slid the sausage
back into Cindy's mouth and started pumping it.  Tyrone turned to Beverly,
"Did you get that, Beverly?  We're gonna tease Cindy with the vibrator until
you swallow a load -- but she can't get off.  She's probably gonna want you
to do a real good job once she gets close, so it doesn't last forever with
her on the rollercoaster, but unable to get off..."

        Otis leaned in and whispered, "You can use your hands -- not on his
cock, but you can play with a REAL ball sack.  I'm gonna use the vibe on you
-- but you CAN get off.  You do a good job, Honey -- get all used to the
idea."  Otis knelt up behind her and reached around with the vibrator to rub
her clit with it while deliberately sliding his big cock along her perineum
and the bottom of her slit.

        'They're not just fooling around like Gina said,' Beverly realized.
'We're going to get fucked!  I wonder if Cindy realizes that?'  But sucking a
cock wasn't so bad after all, with her handler whispering directions and
encouragement in her ear and the vibrator humming on her clitoral hood.
'This crazy game has pointed up how hung up we both are,' went through
Beverly's head, 'I'm glad I'm not as chicken as Cindy...'  She started really
working at taking Marcel deep -- not deep-throat, just as much as was
comfortable -- while the buzz on her clit got more and more insistent...

        "Yeah, shit, suck me!  You're doin' fucking great!" Marcel hissed.
"Yeah, Baby!  You're a natural!"  Such was Beverly's enforced mindset that
she took this as the compliment that it was, while Cindy, hearing it, was
mildly horrified.

        But Cindy had her own problems.  Tyrone couldn't read her thoughts,
but in many cases, the gestalt was clear.  He could tell EXACTLY where she
was on the slope of her arousal and he was supporting it, intensifying it,
and adding to the pain of withdrawal in the process.  Cindy listened to
Beverly's urgent moans as Otis titillated her through an orgasm and suffered
while Tyrone pulled the vibrator away and whispered, "Don't you wish that was
a cock?"

        Beverly, awash with pleasure, listened to Otis' praise and found new
commitment as she sucked Marcel's sinewy cock and gently massaged his balls.
"You're doin' good, Baby," Otis whispered, "He's gonna cum soon.  Good girls
swallow -- you know that.  Just suck it down -- you'll like it..."  Where she
was, mentally, anything Otis told her was the way it was going to be -- her
struggles were over.  Anything her handler wanted, she was going to give him.
Her clit was electrified and her pussy wanted filling, bad...

        Cindy was in agony!  She pushed the sausage out from where Frog
continued to slowly pump it into her mouth and gasped, "Make it stop!  If I
suck somebody, can I PLEASE cum?"  Tyrone grinned from ear to ear and
motioned for Frog to replace the sausage with his drippy, pre-cum-coated
cock.  Ten seconds later, Cindy screamed around it as her pent-up arousal was
released in a powerful orgasm; she made the mental leap and caught up to
Beverly just that fast...

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